St John Lloyd students are forced into the school assembly hall, made to line up in alphabetical order.

A-E

F-J

K-P

Q-Z

I stood in the middle of the Q-Z line, looking across to see Miles stood at the end of his line, looking thoroughly bored.

Further up the hall, Will stands talking to a few girls that are in the line before him. They chat animatedly, the girls sending him flirtatious smiles, before Will looks up. His bright blue eyes scan the crowd before they find me, the biggest grin I've ever seen him wear spreading across his face.

"Loser," I mouth at him, sticking my tongue out.

He gasps and raises his hand to his chest. With a roll of his eye, he brings both hands up to his chest and folds them into a heart shape over where his real heart is. Dramatically, he tears his hands apart and starts to fake cry. 

"Drama Queen," I mouth at him once again.